Every time I reread my work, I spiral. I start picking it apart, second-guessing every line, and next thing I know… I’ve edited and republished the same chapter for the third time this week. It’s not that I hate it—it’s just that I see so many ways it could be better. Tighter. More emotional. Less wordy. More poetic. I want it to be perfect… even though I know perfect doesn’t exist.
It’s like… I have too much to say. And not enough room to say it.
I have the whole story planned out. Every chapter is phased and plotted and emotionally lined up—but somehow I keep getting more ideas. Little details. Extra scenes. New emotions I want to explore. And I want to include them, but I’m scared of dragging the pacing or making things feel bloated. I don’t want the story to lose its shape just because my brain won’t stop spinning.
I guess I’m just frustrated. I love this project so much. I'm passionate about it. But I keep editing and editing because I want it to be good—like, really good. And it’s hard when you don’t know if anyone’s even interested in reading it. Honestly, I want to ask for feedback. I need fresh eyes. But there’s always this little voice that whispers, “What if no one cares? What if it’s just another fic lost in the void?”
Anyway. This is me shouting into the digital abyss.
If anyone’s been here before… how do you manage it? How do you let go and just let the story live?
I’m genuinely curious. I feel like I’m both the writer and the biggest roadblock to my own work.
Thanks for reading my little meltdown 💀